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Tao Te Ching By Lao Tsu translated by Hua-Ching Ni
Look at it, but you cannot see it. Because it is formless, you call it invisible. Listen to it, but you cannot hear it. Because it is soundless, you call inaudible. Grasp it, but it is beyond your reach. Because it is subtle, you call it intangible. These three are indescribable and imperceptible, but in the mystical moment you see it, hear it and grasp it, the Unseen, Unheard and Unreachable presents itself as the indefinable essence. Confront it, and you do not see its face. Follow it, and you do not see its back. It does not appear bright as viewed at the zenith. Nor does it appear dark when viewed at the nadir There is nothing that can make this subtle essence of the universe distinct. When you try to make it clear to yourself, it evasively reverts to Nothingness.
You may call it the Form of the Formless or the Image of the Imageless. Yet the elusive, subtle essence remains nameless. If you hope to meet it, it has no part you can call front. If you hope to follow it, it has no place you can call behind Yet it can be observed in the constant regularity of the universe The constancy of the universe of antiquity is the constancy of the present time. If one knows the Primal Beginning, one may thus know the truth of the universal subtle Way.
(once like a spark) By E.E. Cummings
(once like a spark)
(and so to dark)
The Guide By Issa translated by Stephen Mitchell from The Enlightened Heart, HarperCollins, 1989.
The man pulling radishes pointed the way with a radish.
Everywhere By Rumi translated by Coleman Barks
There's a strange frenzy in my head,
Rumi Suite
By Rumi translated by Jonathan Star
Suffering:
When we were bound, He added another chain.
When we were suffering, He added another grief.
When we were lost in a house of mirrors
He spun us round and round
and added another mirror.
Blindfolded:
We’re not ahead we’re behind.
We’re not above we’re below….
Like a brush in the painter’s hand,
we have no idea where we are.
You Are That:
The living word of pure consciousness- you are That.
The reflection of the King’s Face- you are That.
There is nothing outside of yourself,
Look within,
Everything you want is there- you are That.
La ilaha il Allah Sufi Remembrance traditional
La ilaha il Allah
Translation: There is nothing that exists but that which exists and the unmanifest from which and to which it comes and returns.
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A Daily Circavision By Rumi translated by Coleman Barks
In the early morning hour, just before dawn, lover and beloved wake and take a drink of water.
She asks, "Do you love me or yourself more? Really tell the absolute truth."
He says, "There's nothing left of me. I'm like a ruby held up to the sunrise. Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness?"
This is how he says I am God and tells the truth.
Living within the Ocean By Rumi translated by Coleman Barks
Late, by myself, in a boat by myself, no light and no land anywhere cloud cover thick.
I try to stay just above the surface, yet I am already under and living deep within the ocean.
Being By Rumi translated by Coleman Barks
Being is not what it seems, nor non-being.
The world's existence is not in the world
Why? By Sunny Kim Why? Oh Why? Oh Why? Oh Why? Oh Why? Oh Why?
"Beautiful, magical..." ~Marilyn Crispell-- pianist
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Pranam (2006)
